Chapter Six
At eighteen, I had gotten a new camera. At the time, I was still learning to develop my own style. I was in the middle of a phase where I liked to take the wealth around me and shove in something ugly. For example, I would take a pair of my mom’s designer shoes and put a news article about the state of the world in front of it. The shots were all s**t. Teenage garbage, really. I had thought it was incredibly deep but they were all overstated and childish looking.
I was nearing the end of high school and anxious to get to college and start studying photography for real. I was trying to put together a portfolio to make it look as if I was ahead of the game.
I remember that I had a great idea for a new shot. My family was staying over at the Hunter’s because the next day we wer
